A poem penned one morning in Ubud by our very own retreat chef and Word Dog, Pete.
With love, eyes radiate pure light. And faces soften.
With love, to cry is to be free. Miracles often.
With love, strength is found and the ground firm.
With love, the heart is warmed. Fear unlearned.
With love, kindness is obvious and work is joy, sown.
With love, the meaningful presents and the right way is known.
With love, there are no enemies. Everything gives.
With love, all the goodness that will ever come, lives.
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Watching a fly on a slate table